Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,

Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell0
And the profit and loss.1
                                         A current under sea2
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell3
He passed the stages of his age and youth4
Entering the whirlpool.5
                                       Gentile or Jew6
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,7
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.


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